Arrest Stories & Close Calls

[Speeding Mullet]

F**CKERS solrebl!! I nearly got deported from LA before clearing customs because my 250 pound didge came through the conveyor belt with a large aluminium suitcase on top of it and a nice chunk taken out of it. I kicked up a fuss, and they nearly kicked me out, before I apologised profusely for the situation which was, afterall clearly my fault!

Anyway, you reminded me of a close call I had crossing between the british and us virgin islands once on a speedboat.
Luckily the (ever so slightly Rastafarian) pilot of the boat was kind enough to come on the tannoy and forewarn us that some cute woofs and bacon would board the boat on arrival searching for drugs. Nearly pulled a whitey when i checked my pockets and found a baggy of weed buried down there!
Out comes the pocket knife to make a slit in the seat in front of me - weed gets stuffed down the seat as deep as possible, and I move my ass 3 rows back and a row across. Quick thinking saved my ass from a mauling that day!
SM

 

[glock23]

I've had a few close calls (and a few big busts that I don't wanna talk about).

First close call was when I was 15-16...I wasn't in the US at the time. I was watering some Northern Lights plants in a wooded area near a park. Some guy walks up to me speaking the foreign language of the country I was in, and I had no idea what he was saying. He asked me what I was doing and stuff, and I said I was just taking a breather cuz I'd been running around earlier and I was enjoying the view. There wasn't much of a view, though, but he said it was a nice view...hehe. I pretended to take a sip from the bottle (which had dilute chemical fertilizer in it) and he looked around to see what the fuck I'd been doing. He obviously didn't know what pot looked like; there were 5 foot high plants about 2 feet from him. He asked me if I'd seen any girls walking down the trail. I had no idea WTF he was talking about. Another female detective showed up and they looked through my bag before letting me go.

A week later, I ran up into that wooded area to see if my plants were still alive. One of them had stretched over a foot! Some old guy in a sweatsuit came up to me and told me never to come back. Guess he was another detective...


Several years ago, I was in Harlem with a couple of friends of mine. It was cold out, and I was wearing a bubble jacket with a big bulge in my pocket from a cell phone. A squad car rolled up and we froze like deer in headlights. They hopped out, hands on their guns and told us not to make any sudden moves. He asked us if we had guns. They went up to my (white) friend and asked him if he spoke English. He was like, "Uh, yeah?" The cop patted me down and felt through my jacket. He squeezed the phone first. He thought it was a gun! I had a butterfly knife in my pocket and an ounce of weed in my bookbag. He felt the knife and said, "Is this a gravity knife?" I said it wasn't, and he didn't bother looking at it. He then squeezed the weed in my backpack, but didn't open my bag up. They then let us go...that was one hell of a close call.

I was flying back from Amsterdam a few years ago, and I had about 1/2 an ounce of assorted weed and hash in a foil packet in my pocket. I also had 3 packs of seeds (Homegrown Fantaseeds Afghani, Nirvana White Rhino and Sensi Jamaican Pearl) and two pipes. I got stopped in Customs and my suitcase was thoroughly searched. I was shitting bricks! He was looking at me really suspiciously. When he said I could go, I looked amazed, but he still let me go. Thank God they didn't bring the dogs out! That good Dutch pot tasted so much sweeter. If he'd opened my carry on up, he would've found the Smoker's Guide and a wide assortment of rolling papers.

 

[Holdin']

Back in Febuary (I think) this year me and a buddy were driving home about 4-5 miles, too blazed for our well being.

We'd been at a friend's house, just chillin, getting blazedafter a hard day's work. Before I left my buddy asked me if he could have the last nug in the bag I had on me, since I had plenty more at home. So being the good friend I was, I gave it to him.

We were about halfway home, and I saw a state trooper on the side of the highway, parked. Assumed he'd just pulled someone over, and was going to be headed on his way. Well, he flipped a bitch and next thing I know I see the lights of doom behind me.

I pull over, not really sweating it since I wasn't holding anything, until I turn on my domelight to find my papers and look at myself in the mirror. I don't think I've ever looked so high in my life. Usually my eyes don't get bloodshot, but this was bad. So I panic a little bit, and then just try to forget about it. Cop comes to window:

Cop: You have a tail light out, sir.
Me: Yes, I know officer, it just went out and I don't have money to fix it right now, and I'm on my way home. (which was true)

I handed him my shit, then he said he'd be right back. A different cop comes to the window and then I notice cop#1 is standing at my buddy's window.

Cop#2: (hands me my info) Have you been drinking tonight sir?

Me: (thought that was rediculous) No way brother, not a drop. I'm not old enough to drink. (I don't know why I even bothered to say that)

Cop#2: Well your eyes look pretty bloodshot, you look pretty messed up.

Me: I promise you, I'll take a breathylizer to prove it (should've saved that one)

Cop#2: Step out of the car please, sir.

Both the cops asked me if I had drugs in the car and/or was high on drugs. I proclaimed not and acted kind of offending, telling them I'd worked 12 hours and I was dead-tired, just trying to go home and sleep. Then they searched the shit out of me, and obviously found nothing.

Then, the dreaded sobriety test. Man, I'll tell you one thing. Those fucking tests would be hard for a sober guy. What makes them a bit harder is when it's pitchblack, have a flashlight shining in your face and you're getting pounded by rain and wind. I did fairly well, and was quite proud of myself.

Then they asked me how much pot I smoked tonight. Told them none at all, I don't smoke "that crap." They asked to look at my tongue. Sure, buddy.

Tongue was white as fuck I guess. They asked me what was up with that. Excessive cigarettes I tell them. Then the asked me if they took me to the hospital and took a blood test, would THC show up. I told them no. They asked me if I would be willing to. Told them no way, I'm tired, I want to go home because I have to wake up in 6 hours to go to work for another 12 damn hours.

They seemed to be quite suspicious still. They asked me why my heart was pumping so hard. Apparently my throat was throbbing like I was about ready to get my head chopped off. Told them about how I have massive panic attacks and cops just stress me out in general. Then they asked me if it was from drugs. Acted offended again and told them they could call my pyschologist if they wanted. They said no, told me to get some rest, and have a good day at work tomorrow.

WTF. I thought they were going to take me to the hospital anyway. Which I'm pretty sure they can??? They didn't even talk to my buddy sitting in the passenger seat which I thought was odd. Didn't even ask to search my vehicle.

I honestly felt like they were just giving me shit because they KNEW I was high. It was pretty obvious, I'd say. I guess they had some remorse for a tired, hard-working pothead. Or they were just oblivious.

Luckily enough I was a nice guy and hooked my buddy up with my last nugget

I still thank myself for that, since I'd still be on probation and doing fucking treatment for a DUI, not driving, and paying hella fines. Fuck thattt.

 

[canaboid]

I was flying back from Amsterdam a few years ago, and I had about 1/2 an ounce of assorted weed and hash in a foil packet in my pocket. I also had 3 packs of seeds (Homegrown Fantaseeds Afghani, Nirvana White Rhino and Sensi Jamaican Pearl) and two pipes. I got stopped in Customs and my suitcase was thoroughly searched. I was shitting bricks! He was looking at me really suspiciously. When he said I could go, I looked amazed, but he still let me go. Thank God they didn't bring the dogs out! That good Dutch pot tasted so much sweeter. If he'd opened my carry on up, he would've found the Smoker's Guide and a wide assortment of rolling papers.

That sounds sketchy, foil usually sets off the metal detectors, and they always check the source of where the foil is. I call bullshit on this, esp a foil packet in your pocket.

 

[Pheno Phreak]

Since when did foil set off metal detectors? My rollo's have never been a cause for concern....hrmm

 

[glock23]

aluminum is a non-ferrous metal. only steel and iron set off metal detectors. i never went through a metal detector with it either...had it in my bag it only made it to my pocket when i was clearing the customs point at my final destination...

 

[canaboid]

Umm because I did go through an airport and the foil on my Dentyne gum set the metal detector off. And then the secuirty guy used his hand held detector on the gum and said "ahh, it was the foil in the gum"

 

[quantumfusion]

a week ago tomorrow, i was arrested.

sitting in my friends car in the passenger seat with her and 2 friends in the back.

we were at a public park in the parking lot after hours... (about 10:30pm)

cops pull up and shine their lights on her car and ask us for our id's. i was thinking to myself, what ever happened to asking us to leave or telling us not to be here first... like... a warning maybe?

anyways turns out my friends on probation and they search us all. they find my bud (7g) and yell at me for having it. i explain about my medical reccommendation and they continue to insult me and accuse me of having a "fake". they ask whos car is 2 spots over and i raise my hand... DOH.... after they already seized my car keys and wallet and cigs and weed, they ask me if i minded if they searched my car. of course thinking i have rights, i say not without a warrant. they go ahead and do it anyways.

heres where things go bad. i have a piece of crap 25 dollar samurai sword i got on the way back from mammoth (in california) in the trunk of my car because a friend of mine wanted to buy it and changed his mind. so it had been sitting in my car, due to my forgetfulness and laziness. the sherriff approaches me and blurts out, "youre under arrest for the possession of marijuana and possession of a deadly weapon."

i reply with, "you have got to be kidding me, what deadly weapon!!??" and they tell me about my sword, and i yell, "its a freakin collectors toy! are you guys serious!!???"

and of course, they were. spent 18 hours in jail before i got bailed out. bond was $10,100.

plus $300 to get my car back and a good amount for my lawyer.


monday, i have court. we'll see what happens. im hoping to at least get the felony down to a misdemeanor. i dont know what they say about smoking out your friends with your meds, though. we'll see. if you guys are interested i'll let you know what happens.

now, AFTER MY LIGHT JUST CAME IN THE MAIL, im too sketched out to grow. pulled my plants and im patiently awaiting my fate.


oh and my lawyer said the way they searched my car was illegal, so that might give me an advantage......hopefully.

 

[glock23]

It should get thrown out if you're willing to go to trial and the search was truly illegal. Do you have any priors?

 

[quantumfusion]

nope, no priors.

im willing to go as far as it takes to get things dropped. i mean i already paid for my lawyer haha.


honestly it was the wrong place at the wrong time. now i know to stay at my house when i wanna smoke. but i dont think i needed to be arrested for me to understand that.

 

[Guest]

Fuck that shit quantum that was a baaaaad night!

Stories like yours piss me off and give me flashbacks...
Good Luck Bro and keep us posted!

 

[solrebl]

damn that sucks quantum, I've smoked at lots of places... I've been lucky enough to never get busted.

 

[OGPurp]

Great thread! I've been wracking my stoned brain and can think of at least 3 close calls with LEO over 20 years of smoking:

1. When a teenager, about 20 years ago, me and a buddy were out driving looking for a party. We had just smoked, the car reeked of weed, and we were stopped on the wrong side of the street. Some cops pulled up and one got out and approached our car. I was the passenger, and had a 1/4 OZ bag in my hand. While the cop spoke through the passenger side window, I just kept my hand low, between the seat and the door. I can't remember the details, but I'm sure the cop smelled something since he flashed his light quickly around the car.

2. Once I was rolling some joints in my apartment community's laundry room. I heard some sirens outside, but didn't really pay attention as they got closer. Suddenly 3 cop cars pulled up, and cops were running everywhere guns drawn! I nearly shit myself as I put my stash away and dropped the bag into a garbage can. Turns out a thief had ditched a stolen car and run into our community with cops in pursuit.

3. One time I was smoking a J about 11:00PM outside the back of my apartment community, after taking the garbage to a dumpster. I noticed two black figures and a dog walking toward me. It was 2 cops an a K9. I flicked the joint away and 1 cop and the K9 past by me while the other cop questioned me. Turns out they had received a call about a car burglary...I'm pretty sure they would have smelled the weed but had bigger priorities.

 

[OzzBozz]

a week ago tomorrow, i was arrested.

sitting in my friends car in the passenger seat with her and 2 friends in the back.

we were at a public park in the parking lot after hours... (about 10:30pm)

cops pull up and shine their lights on her car and ask us for our id's. i was thinking to myself, what ever happened to asking us to leave or telling us not to be here first... like... a warning maybe?

anyways turns out my friends on probation and they search us all. they find my bud (7g) and yell at me for having it. i explain about my medical reccommendation and they continue to insult me and accuse me of having a "fake". they ask whos car is 2 spots over and i raise my hand... DOH.... after they already seized my car keys and wallet and cigs and weed, they ask me if i minded if they searched my car. of course thinking i have rights, i say not without a warrant. they go ahead and do it anyways.

heres where things go bad. i have a piece of crap 25 dollar samurai sword i got on the way back from mammoth (in california) in the trunk of my car because a friend of mine wanted to buy it and changed his mind. so it had been sitting in my car, due to my forgetfulness and laziness. the sherriff approaches me and blurts out, "youre under arrest for the possession of marijuana and possession of a deadly weapon."

i reply with, "you have got to be kidding me, what deadly weapon!!??" and they tell me about my sword, and i yell, "its a freakin collectors toy! are you guys serious!!???"

and of course, they were. spent 18 hours in jail before i got bailed out. bond was $10,100.

plus $300 to get my car back and a good amount for my lawyer.


monday, i have court. we'll see what happens. im hoping to at least get the felony down to a misdemeanor. i dont know what they say about smoking out your friends with your meds, though. we'll see. if you guys are interested i'll let you know what happens.

now, AFTER MY LIGHT JUST CAME IN THE MAIL, im too sketched out to grow. pulled my plants and im patiently awaiting my fate.


oh and my lawyer said the way they searched my car was illegal, so that might give me an advantage......hopefully.

It will get thrown out if they illegally searched the car...
maybe you can get some $$ out of this? Talk to your lawyer

 

[barber boy]

well... here it is.

i went to the UPS to send a care package of 6 clones & 28g or weed like i have done countless thousands of times before. I gave my fake name. I gave my fake address. I gave my fake phone number. just the same as i had done countless thousands of times before. i went back to work. no big deal. At 1:41 pm, feb. 1st, 2006, i was told there were a couple of sales reps out front to see me. No problem. this happens a lot. Well my first inkling something was off was that sales reps dont wear tactical boots. We sat down & they began asking who _______ was & if I knew who _____ was & where i went before work. I denied it all, straight away. Then they showed me the reciepts & a picture of me coming into the UPS store with a package. At that point, i conceded my bust & asked them what they wanted to know. Standard stuff, really. Who'd you get it from, who was i sending it to etc. well they had the who i was sending it to on the reciept so i stated that to them. They told me to quit being a smartass & they will make it easy for me. ahahaha. whatever, man.They insisted i tell them where it came from & I told them I grew it [i had not grown it or the clones.] They had warrants for my car & my apartment but the warrant for my apartment was for the whole address & not just my garage apartment so i had them rewrite it. twice. we went back to my place & I pointed out the locations of the remaing weed [approx. 30 more grams & 10ish unrooted clones] I was taken to the station by one cop while the rest went through my apartment with a dog. the questioning began again. who/what/how much money etc. There was no money changing hands in any of this, i never gave up a name & told them i grew it & as far as who it was going to... not much i can do about that. it was on the reciept. The questioning ended with me telling them that i gave them whatever they needed to solve this particular issue @ hand & they were detectives. It was time for them to earn their pay & detect.

Booking, etc. Advertising of paraphenalia, conspiracy to manufacture, trafficking, distribution, felony posession: 36g [what happened to the rest of the weed, indeed!!!] 3 days in jail. full bond posted. court date set for may 30th. i called on a long time attorney friend of mine & he struck a deal with the DA. I would cop to the felony posession if the cops would conced the trafficking, paraphenalia & distribution charges. deal. 9 months probation, court fees & some drug rehab. no problem. i had skated by for sooooo long & this was my first offense so yeah... i will pay the piper. Course one thing that kept haunting me was that I know they copied my hard drives & being an OG moderator @ the time kinda worried me. It was shortly after I got out of jail that i heard of the OG debacle. Well... i really began to sweat then. The days peeled off without a peep from johnnny law so I figured everything was gonna be OK. It was the middle of May when i received a certified letter from my attorney stating that i needed to be in the judges chambers on may 16th. WTF? was my initial reaction followed closely by the sweet metal taste of vomit. Well i show up & there were 2 federal prosecutors along with my attorney, myself & the judge. they began to ask me about many of the OG mods. who they were, where they lived etc. I told them i only knew them virtually & had never had any real life contact with any of them, mail or otherwise. they tried to pin international racketeering, money laundering etc based on the fact that i was an OG mod. AHAHAAH! laughable @ best. The judge essentially was telling them they can't do this, it's unconstitutional etc & they tell her that this is the war on drugs & they will basically do as they please. She later told me, outside, that i could fight it if i wanted to but they had nothing, no evidence whatsoever & I would still most likely lose & spend many thousands of dollars doing it. Final outcome: 10 years federal or 36 months probation, $3600 in fines, 360 hours community service & 80 hours drug rehab. Welll fuck me running.

So there ya have it.


stay safe, brothers & sisters. you never fucking know.



:tup:

 

[barber boy]

It will get thrown out if they illegally searched the car...
maybe you can get some $$ out of this? Talk to your lawyer

it is in my humble experience that things like illegal search & siezure, citizens rights etc are out the window. my advice: pray hard to your god & keep you head low, dont carry swords & don't fess up to anything.


:tup:

 

[joeljar]

still scares me

still scares me

I have had about half a dozen relatively close calls, but i have been smoking and selling with a little expermimenting in the form of growing for about a year now. I am a high school student and go to a high school notorious for good test scores and lots of drugs. I am pretty sure that they are connected. Anyway, this was about a month after i started smoking. Me and my 3 friends were crashing and so we decided to smoke again. One guy who has been smoking for a while(started in the 6th grade) decided to stop for a couple months but he was with us, and then there were 3 of us. One guy had a quad and a chillum in a camera bag. We decided to smoke behind some school busses at a local school. We knew it was a bad idea but really didnt care. So we finished smoking and no more than(no exaguration) 5 seconds later, mr. piggie rolls up and shines his light on us. We walk over to him smelling like ganj and he asks us what we were doing. My one friend said we were playing hide and go seek. Then the cop asked who was seeking us, my buddy said his name, which come to think of it was a shity idea. he asks us to come behind the bus and we comply fully. Then, he asks us if he will find any broken bottles behind the bus. We tell him no. We get to the area behind the bus and he asks us if we smell anything. We say no and he starts rambling. The guy with all of the weed is talking the whole time. He is sober enough to not get us cought. The cop then asks us our names and writes them down on a little piece of paper. 2 people have their school IDs so he just takes their names off of that. He then tells us to empty our pockets. At this point i am about ready to shit my pants. I pull out my wallet. It is a hemp wallet with the rastafari colors and nice big cannabis leaf on it. He looks through everything. The camera case is still in the guys pocket but he keeps his hands in his pocket so that the pic doesnt notice the bulge. After he sufficiently searches everything, He starts asking us questions about what we were doing.He tells us that if we tell him, we won't get in as much trouble as if he arrests us. We had heard that before. Somebody at our school had gotten suckered into that earlier that day. He wound up writing down a number of names of the largest potheads and dealers of the school We confess, we were seeing if the door was open. Then we could report our findings to the school board. Were such good kids. He let us go. We walked back to our houses and finished up our high. It was a very interesting night. It would either turn out incredible or terrrible. Nobody will ever forget it.

 

[Danksta]

xxx

xxx

 

[Bubbleboy]

about ten years ago me and around 30 mates were hanging about on a balmy summer's night in a car park with everyone sitting either inside a car or on the bonnet etc and we were all chuffing on these super spliffs and having a good ol' time when a poilce car just rolls up in front of us and the officer winds down his window and sniffs the air and smiles, not one of us moved and instead we just looked at them and waited. The sniffing policeman asks us what we're doing and quick as a flash a mate replies with "we are a 30 piece boyband and this is where we come to practice, wanna hear?" we all instantly started singing and laughing to which the two cops also started laughing wound their window up and drove away shaking their heads

 

[o.gkushowns]

Here's my busted story 6months later.

I was in the car with 200gs and we were tokin on a spliff (retarded, no need to point it out) and we got busted by drug police who were watchin us cuz they were under the stupid illusion we were big drug dealers. Really sucked oh well.

Forgive my very crappy story telling.
peace